Oh the melodrama of a four year-old when he doesn't get to stay at Grammy's house to swim! Some parents might listen and laugh when their child goes into a angry rant. Me? I listened and laughed AND wrote it down because that's what writer moms do, right?
I DON'T like eating anymore.
I don't like going downstairs.
I don't like looking at you.
I don't like walls in houses anymore. I am going to go upstairs and stay up there forever and FIRE UP THE HOUSE.
I DON'T like soda pop.
I am going to throw my covers down and break apart my bed!
I am going to go outside and KNOCK out the window. Then I am going to go play with BAD people. I am going to stay on a chair and WATCH them!
When it is summertime I am NOT going to go in the water. I am going to SIT on the chair.
I am NOT GOING TO EAT ANYMORE and I am going to die.
Not the bad people! I love my son. Any melodrama around your house lately?